My darling, if, by brushing your hair
By fondling your dewlap
By singing lullabies,
I put you to sleep, on my laps
My love, if, without falling for destiny,
by being paper and pencil,
by finding an end with happiness,
I wrote you at my very end
I would not trade with anything
Your eyes, looking with love
Even at my last moment
I have to speak about my love
I would not trade with anything
The days passing with you
At my very last moment, yet,
I need to hold your hands
My love...

- Racism is not far, it is in everybody's nature. Detect thy fears, thy prejudices, and live in unison with these fears and every being that does not harm thee.